Scars, Knives, and Scalpels
A Repo! The Genetic Opera fanfiction
By: Butterfly Wolf
Disclaimer: I only own Scar. Everything else is owned by the creators and producers of the movie. I make absolutely no money nor profit.
Authors Note: Well, I got an alert and favorite, so am posting another chapter. Reviews please! Good, Bad, Terrible? Let me know! Oh, and Scar will be eighteen before anything naught happens, so don't get any wrong ideas.
Chapter Four
It was morning, and yet no Scar had returned from the favor Graverobber had sent him on. Suddenly, he was beginning to worry. The kid had skill, he knew that, and he thought he knew that the kid could get out of almost anything. Apparently not, and he had been the one that had sent him out there! Guilt came very abruptly crashed down upon the man, and it made his stomach turn into a nauseating knot in his stomach. It had been all his fault, well, his and Ambers that was. What right did that bitch have to kill somebody she had asked to see? Where was the logic in that!? Graverobber sneered, making a mental note to try and refuse her service next time he saw her. He'd love to refuse it to her all together, but sadly for him Daddy's Little Girl had the manpower to have him forcefully dragged into the same death as his friend. Turning down Amber really was not an option, every time he tried her little Man-servants threatened him or she threw herself at him…another offer one shouldn't refuse, less she throw a fit.
Shaking his head, Graverobber thought for a moment about the most probable places Scar could be. Well, the GeneCo building, maybe still. Another Alley, or…well, the Grave-yard.
THAT WAS IT!
A smile appeared on the man's face as he hopped out of the dumpster, a loud crash initiating from behind him.
The Graveyard.
They had to have put the body somewhere, and he had to go harvesting anyway.
Scar Grateus
He was seventeen, a non-drug using drug dealer, who absolutely despised drugs. He had no first name, Graverobber had never herd it. He had no home, he had never seen it. He had been found one day, near a dumpster, against a wall, sobbing, with a bleeding cut stretched over the socket of his right eye. The Gods were crying for the boy, it seemed, for that day, it was pouring, the world mourning with the boy for whatever wrong he had suffered.
When the man had first reached out for the boy, he recoiled, spurring words of hate and cursing him, saying such things as "Filthy ass drug dealer! Fuck you! Don't touch me, you junkie!" Half of which didn't make since, words meant only for hurt and embarrassment, and nothing else. But the boy did not run, he merely pressed himself up against the brick wall behind him and glared at the older man, even as the blood dripped into his eye, he did not blink to stir, merely continued glaring through the tears, rain, and blood in his eyes.
Graverobber had wanted to deny his accusations but couldn't. He said that yes, he was a "Z" dealer, and yes, he was filthy, but he was still concerned. It just made the boy more suspicious as he eyed him. Graverobber had to sit outside with the boy for over three hours just to convince him to come inside his apartment with him where it was dry. The man didn't know why he did it, he didn't know what excuse his brain had for making him sit outside in the rain for three hours just to help some brat, but for some reason he couldn't turn away. Something made him stay there, something called to him. He couldn't just leave the boy to all but drown out here, and think about who could attack him! When he had mentioned it to the boy, he had given a bitter laugh and pointed to his eye.
"They already came." Had been his reply as he continued to eye the man. Graverobber continued to plea with him, but he just shook his head and kept watching him. There was something dead behind his ice blue eyes, something freshly dead. He had lost something, more than some blood from the wound on his face, more than tissue, something emotional had just been ripped from him and Graverobber wanted to know what. But the boy wouldn't tell. He just stood there, eyeing the man as he pleaded for him to follow him, just kept eyeing him as if looking for something. Maybe a reason to trust him, or maybe he was just a brat seeing how long he could keep him out there, but suddenly, around morning time, the boy's eyes changed, and he shrugged his shoulders. That was it, after Graverobber had just wasted half his fucking day, the boy shrugged his shoulders! Pushed himself off the wall and walked toward him, not saying a word, not doing a god damn thing! Just walked towards him and stared once more. And when Graverobber did nothing, except stare in awe at the boys gull, the boy raised an eyebrow.
"Are we going?"
He'd taken the boy in after that. When they had first gotten to his apartment, he had done nothing but stare at the numerous glowing blue vials left around the room. At first, Graverobber had thought he wanted some and just didn't have the balls to ask for any, but when Graverobber offered, the boy gave him the most anger, appalled, and disgusted look he had ever seen from him even to this day.
"No. Its fucking disgusting and I'd never touch it. But if you let me stay with you, I'll help you sell it. I'll never dip into it or give anybody a cut, just give me a place to stay and some form of work and I'll pay you back."
It was the most words Graverobber would hear from the boy in several weeks, but he accepted, not having it in him to turn down such a soul. And the boy stuck to it, he helped Graverobber sell and sell, never touched any vial he didn't intend on shooting someone else with, and never gave anybody a cut. At the end of the day, the boy handed over all his earned money to the older man, never saying a word. It would be another week before the boy told him to start calling him "Scar" instead of "Kid" and it'd be another year before Graverobber demanded Scar start taking some profit for himself. But even through the years, the growing, and the building of the boy, he never found out what happened to him. He never herd who did that to him, and why it was just a slash over his eye. He never found out what caused his hate for the blue drug, or any drug for that matter. All he knew was the he was a boy, and his name was Scar, Scar Grateus as he called himself, and that he was one of his best friends.
Hopefully not one of his diseased best friends.
I awoke with a headache and the feeling that I hadn't had a drink of water in days.
Groggy, I groaned and tried to maneuver myself out of the bed, so use to the prodding and ragged bed at Graverobbers, rolling out of this bed was a totally different experience. It was at that moment that my eyes shot open and I looked desperately around the room.
White! This room was white as hell! Or maybe it was just my hangover talking. Now I wasn't a virgin, but I had never slept around to the extent where I had woken up in rooms I didn't recognize. Swallowing, I winced at the dryness of my throat. As soon as I realized how dehydrated I was my stomach gave a loud growl, making me wince again. Well this was wonderful. Dehydrated, starved, and hung over. I really felt like I was going to die. Of course, right on time, my hurt foot gave a throb, and I groaned, pushing the sheet aside to see if it had swollen anymore.
"Thank goodness." I muttered, seeing one sock removed. Pavi had left my injured foot's sock on. I hated sleeping in socks, but I figured Pavi had seen the swollen foot and decided to leave a cover on it. I made a face at the thought of getting undressed by somebody I hardly even knew. Mmm, I felt violated. Sneering, I glanced around the room for my clothing. It was a really large and…well, beautiful room, if you took away its god-damned whiteness. Pavi's bed was large a large, four poster bed, with a beautiful covering on it, that had already been made. Pavi must have awoken and left earlier. Well, wasn't it nice of him to wake me and tell me what the fuck I was suppose to do in the meantime. Find my way home I suppose? Make my way through the GeneCo building like I owned the place, hoping Scalpel Slut and her Bad Boy Brother didn't find me? Lovely. Muttering I sat up and located my cloths across the room on top of Pavi's dresser. They looked…folded. And…ironed. And when I got closer and I held them up, I also noticed they had been washed, trench-coat, hat, and all, to the point of smelling like Lavender…
There were no words for it. I suddenly felt very unmanly as I looked the clothing over. I was suppose to walk around wearing…those!? Smelling like…a girl???
Just as I had unfolded my pants and held them up, the door slammed open. I jumped, quickly covering up my nudity with the article of clothing. GENterns. I sneered at them as they pranced their way into the room, pushing a cart with a plate full of food and a glass of orange juice.
"From Pavi!" Said one as they pushed the cart in front of me, the other one moving to pick up the priceless silver wear and started cutting the eggs. Eggs, bacon, toast, orange juice, and potatoes…"What!?" I said loudly, looking between the two of them.
"Paviche says that you dear had quite a night and would be very hungry and thirsty!"
I sneered at the smiling bimbo and roughly grabbed the sliver wear back from her.
"I'm a big boy god damn it, I can cut my own fucking eggs!"
"Well! Pavi likes his eggs cut!"
"Well, Pavi isn't…me." I was going to say something insulting but thought better of it as I realized that Pavi was the reason I had clean cloths and the best meal I had seen in probably years sitting before me.
I swallowed nervously, confused as to what to do. Anger, anger was the best approach. So, swallowing again, I sneered at the women surrounding me.
"Its alright, I swear I can handle it from here. I big boy, I feed myself and dress myself and SCRAM!" I yelled, pushing them toward the door. It wasn't my room, but damn it I wasn't even dressed!
"Hey! We have more a right to be here than you!" Said one of the red-covered girls as they strutted out.
"Yeah, well…take it up with Pavi!" I slammed the door, going back to sit in front of the cart of food.
I really didn't know what to do. Should I just sit there and eat? Eat then dress and what? Leave? Try and find my way out?
The door slammed open again.
"There's the little fuck!" Yelled a voice to my left, making me jump half a foot in the air. There was a very pissed looking Amber Sweet stomping toward me with her two little man whores.
I instantly started crawling backwards, in the process noticing my state of undress as I looked down at myself. Boxers, all I was still in were my boxers, and one sock. I sneered, briefly distracted from my impending doom to look at the sock that covered my injured foot. I hated sleeping in socks.
"Sister! Please!" yelled someone as they quickly ran in front of her and blocked the scalpel bitch from getting to me. Pavi! Pavi was a little more dressed than I was, he was in his usual old-fashion pants and a regular white tank top.
Now that it seemed like my life wasn't in danger, I had the gull to smile. That was kinda sweet and proper of him to do that for me, apparently he had gotten the idea that I would appreciate waking up with someone I had just met, Largo or not. Blinking my eyes against the brightness of the room, I let out a groan. This had to be the brightest room I had ever been in. Or maybe it was just my hangover talking…Muttering to myself I removed the blankets, going to get up and help defend myself as Pavi and his sister argued.
"Pavi! That little fucker was sent here to help ME!"
"Help-a You get-a HIGH! And-a then you-a sick Brother on him! He-a doesn't deserve-a that!"
"Oh and since when are you such a big fucking saint? Who's face are you wearing today, Brother Dear?"
"None of your-a business, Tramp!"
My eyebrows rose at that insult as I climbed into my pants before walking up to stand next to Paviche. He looked really funny angry, like a really dramatic Italian painting of an Opera or a play due to his mask. His mask was kept in a smiling position currently, so it really looked amusing. I felt kind of guilty for nearly laughing at someone fighting for what was probably my life, so I tried to shake it off.
"Why don't you take your boy toys and scram? I'm sure Luigi or Graverobber or whoever else you plan to fuck today's schedule can be arranged."
BAM!
Boy toy knuckle slammed into my face. It was a shock, but I recovered quickly, growling and kicking said bondage-freak in the nuts. When he curled down, I delivered a fallowing blow to the head with my knee-cap, knocking the man to about my height as he tried to remain standing. I smirked, sliding my hand into his hair as I pulled his face closer. I had broken his ridiculous sunglasses and was now looking into his pain-filled greenish eyes. Quickly I pulled my hand out of his hair and finished him off with one final hit in the face.
Just as I started to wonder why Boy Toy #2 hadnt stepped in (cause I knew I couldn't handle two of them), I realized Pavi was demanding him to stay back and Amber holding the large man at bay with a hand gracefully in the air as she continued to argue with him.
Mm, my nose was bleeding. Now that I wasn't fighting back, I noticed the damage I had taken. I glanced around the floor for my shirt to wipe it on as Pavi and Amber continued their yelling match.
"You-a take your-a man-whores and LEAVE-a SISTER!"
"I'll take my man-whores and snap your little fuck toy in two, Pavi! Do you even know how old he is?! You could be arrested!"
"I-a didn't even-a TOUCH him! He-awoke in-a different bed! He-a undressed himself!"
Suddenly all eyes were on me as they both turned to me, their eyes blazing.
"Uhh…I uh…yeah, I awoke in a separate bed…and uh.." I said, slowly backing away from the siblings. Sadly, they fallowed, Man-whores in tow.
"You undressed yourself in your sleep?!" Asked Amber, on hand on her hip as she took on the 'bitching stance'.
"I…uhm…I've done it before…" I said, trying to sound convincing as I backed myself into a wall. Suddenly I realized I was still shirtless and now had Two Largo's and a couple of man-whores staring at me.
"Hey! You're the ones staring at me bare nips! Turn your face!" I yelled at them, not really meaning Pavi since he had done nothing against me, but technically he was involved too. Surprisingly, the man whores did turn their heads away, but Amber just seemed to give him a glare while Pavi turned his head at a dramatized show of confusion.
"I don't know! If you want me to leave, that's fine! I need to get home anyway, but like just don't kill me!" I yelled, having enough of the sibling bickering. I never argued like that! And they were probably twice my age!...at least I thought they were.
"Like you even have anywhere to go, street-rat! What are you gonna go do, curl up with Graverobber in a dumpster and go back to sleep?!" Cooed the slut as she swayed over to me, making me sneer.
"Don't-a leave! Sister is just-a being a bitch!" yelled Pavi, grabbing his mirror quickly off the bed.
"Look! Sister gave-a the Pavi an unsteady look!"
"Pavi shut the fuck up! And you!" She pointed directly at me, her most likely diseased finger inches from my face.
"You leave here before noon! Or this time Luigi wont miss!" She hissed, turning on her heel and walking out.
Dispite my hits to the man, the man whore who attacked me stood straight and walked out as unfathomed as he had walked in. Of course the broken sunglasses which sort of hung off his face now kind of ruined the bad-boy exterior, but he still held himself tall.
I sneered at them as they left, my eyes fallowing them out the door before falling back onto Pavi.
"So, you want to explain to me why I did wake up with half my cloths off?"
